"Good! OK! The pressure can be released!"
Shi Su landed on both feet and exhaled lightly. In fantasy dramas, there’s always flying involved. Since filming started, she estimated she would be suspended most of the time, and the belt used to hold her waist wasn’t comfortable. She endured an entire afternoon without complaining, but now it felt like the skin around her waist had been rubbed raw, and it stung fiercely at the slightest touch.
"Very good, nice moves." The martial arts director walked over and asked, "Have you ever filmed a fantasy drama before?"
"No." Shi Su took a wet wipe handed to her by a kind staff member, wiped the sweat off her forehead, and then asked, "Do I need to continue practicing other moves?"
"No need. Another lead just finished recording a show in the capital and rushed back overnight. She should be arriving soon, so we have to let her try the moves. You can continue tomorrow."
Having said this, the martial arts director didn’t say more and called for someone to help her remove the belt of pressure, then turned around to watch the recording of her motions on the pressure system.
Even though she wasn’t dressed in the drama’s ancient costume, whether spinning down or ascending skyward, her movements were graceful.
And those sword-wielding turns she executed not only perfectly matched her character’s temperament but her every move was seemingly in sync with the character, both graceful and spirited.
The assistant came over and watched the replay in the camera, saying softly, "Just by looking at her, you can tell she has strong dance skills. Otherwise, for high-intensity spins and bends on the pressure system, it’s impossible to get it right in one go."
The martial arts instructor smoked in silence.
Having worked in this industry for years, he’s seen all sorts of stars. Even actresses with dance backgrounds get on the pressure system and either have a fear of heights or stiff bodies, not to mention those who constantly whine about pain here and there.
There’s really no one like Shi Su who can endure and execute precise moves, even surpassing the expectations set by the director.
However, Shi Su’s information didn’t mention she could dance. It seems her agent didn’t mention it either. With her capabilities, she could certainly add more ethereal and beautiful moves to complement the character of Tian Yuli.
"Send the clips of her trying out the moves to the director later. Shi Yunyin is arriving soon; she’s a big name in the industry. I’ll go outside to welcome her!" The martial arts director said as he glanced at the time and hurriedly walked outside.
A trailer slowly drove in outside. Shi Su had just received a call and didn’t notice the incoming vehicle, walking under an umbrella to the parking area as she talked on the phone.
Shi Yunyin was sitting in the car, having recorded a show all day and rushing to try out moves at night. She exuded a slight impatience. Her assistant opened the freshly brewed soup for her, encouraging her to drink some. She didn’t drink, just looked outside the car with a displeased expression.
Shi Su walked by the car with her umbrella. Shi Yunyin glanced in that direction through the umbrella as they passed each other.
The trailer stopped, and the martial arts director rushed over with a welcoming smile, waiting outside the car door for a while without anyone stepping out.
"Yunyin, we’re here." Shi Yunyin usually had a difficult-to-please, pampered temperament. After a tiring day, her mood was even more unpredictable. Assistant Lisa reminded her softly to get out of the car, careful not to raise her voice.
It seemed like there were people talking outside as well.
Shi Yunyin heard someone calling her name outside the trailer and slowly grabbed the spoon, sipping two mouthfuls of soup leisurely, "No rush, it’s raining quite heavily outside."